17 Sep 2022 • 10 min read Wildfire Every breath of air seemed to hold a fullness. Wandering the forest paths, damp each morning... ferns nestled happily, some clinging to the sides of trees, others tucked into the forest floor. Wildfire was the last thing on my mind... Read more Conflating comfort with happiness... therein, perhaps, lies a dangerous trap. (And yet... to name one simple comfort, I
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